This mysterious preoccupation—the remembrance of God—courses through me like an ancient river, carved into the landscape of my fitrah. It moves with quiet certainty, weaving a thread of grace into every moment of my life. In its touch, I find solace—a gentle balm that whispers: You are whole. I do not complain about my state, whether it be a matter of body, mind, or spirit. Instead, I rest in quiet contentment, a state of being that is impartial and impersonal, yet deeply alive with God-consciousness. It is this consciousness that anchors me to my essence, a luminous thread connecting me to my Beloved.
To be aware of God's omnipresence is to hold the key to reality itself. It is a quiet yet resounding truth: in His presence, I am aligned, and in my alignment, I open the door to enlightenment. The belief in Absolute Unity—wahdat ul wajud—courses through my being like an eternal song. It humbles me, yet it frees me. I do not long for salvation from a savior or yearn for union, for I see myself as already woven into the fabric of the whole. I am not separate; I am an expression of the One, just as all souls are strung like beads on the divine thread that binds creation.
In my stillness, I perceive myself as an axis of light, descending through my physical form. It is not merely a presence within me; it is my origin, my essence, my eternal home. This light is neither borrowed nor imposed—it is mine, and yet, it belongs entirely to Him. Through it, I see the world illuminated, not as fragments but as a unified field of existence.
I walk this path without striving, without the weight of yearning, for I have tasted the truth of belonging. And in this belonging, I stand whole, radiant, a drop reflecting the ocean, a soul forever connected to its divine source.
MyKoul
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